when you’re little you learn not to touch the stove
once you have burned yourself on it once
but they never teach you about the fire that is disguised
as gentle and funny
with gorgeous brown eyes
that look at you with deep love and devotion
the kind of fire that you forget exists
until you are burned on it once again
never learning
until you are left with burns so deep
they will leave scars
to remind you to never trust anyone
because you never learned how to avoid
a fire in disguise